Last November, I watched Elizabeth Gilbert's SuperSoul talk, Flight of the Hummingbird. At the time, I had a well of passion burning in my heart that was not-so-patiently waiting to be unleashed with fury. These passions of mine were dying to live, yet I had no idea how to give them life. Liz's words took that passionate drive within me and gave me the courage to curiously embark on my own flight.
A Raven Beginning
As I walked along the park path, a giant blackbird flew overhead. I have seen these hawk-sized creatures in another neighborhood park without the slightest clue as to what they were. The bird landed on the roof peering over the park. A Mockingbird quickly flew to his side, flitting about playfully with a rambunctious spirit. I see Mockingbirds nearly every visit to the park, so I pondered the relationship to the blackbird. I had a hunch that this bird is not a crow given its gargantuan size.